“Legendary Larry” Script Draft By Elijah Rowe Characters: Larry. Dusk, Ono, Jason, Rebel INT-- Larry’s Mountain Fortress Light fills the room as Larry flicks the lightswitch to the western turret tower of his domicile. He proceeds to walk through the room riddled with live ammunition, war propaganda posters, and snacks. Larry (internally) I wonder what time the Trigun marathon starts… Larry continues to navigate his way through the defense room as he makes his way towards the comm. Center. Flicking a series of switches on the motherboard of the supercomputer, once used to locate and target multiple enemy hotbeds, was now being used to binge watch vintage cartoons. Suddenly, Larry notices a peculiar object across the room glimmering in the light emanating from the control tower window. Larry Huh? Larry takes a few steps closer to the mystery item to discover it is a jewel encrusted chest. Larry(internally) I...don’t remember this being in here? Larry continues walking towards the chest until he is close enough to crouch over it for further inspection. He notices an encryption on the side that says: “faded memories.” Larry(internally) Hmmm, seems suspicious but I’m the only one that's lived here for years, so… Larry goes to open the chest and discovers an assortment of trinkets and knick-knacks. His eyes glow as he digs through the treasure trove of nostalgia. There is one item in particular that certainly caught Larry’s attention. Larry’s thoughts came to a halt; still as he held a photograph up to the light. It’s a picture of his old unit; comrades in a war against the infiltration of enemy troops. Larry(Whisper) Well I’ll be… The photo was of Larry and his three fellow soldiers: Dusk, the leader, Ono, and Jason. Standing together as brothers in the middle of the compound where they were stationed. A flood of memories comes rushing into Larry’s psyched, taking us into a deep flashback INT.-- M.M. Barracks Dusk Rebel outpost North of here. Shouldn’t be too difficult to neutralize the targets and occupy the villa. Ono, Larry, and Jason are sitting alongside each other as Dusk relays the mission info Ono How many? Dusk Small militia unit, can’t be anything too crazy. Jason So...we don’t know for sure? Dusk You scared? Jason No, just would be nice to get some reliable fucking intel, is all. Dusk Hey, take that up with upper management. Larry Do they know we’re coming? Dusk They know something is coming. They don’t know when, and more importantly, who. Ono(sarcastically) That your way of singin our praises? Dusk It's my way of saying this is an easy job. We move out tomorrow at noon. Jason Yes, ma'am. Ono grabs his sword Ono Can't wait for whatever ambush is coming our way, next! Dusk Whatever happens, we've prepared for these types of situations, gentlemen. Head back to your barracks. Ono and Jason begin to walk away, leaving Dusk and Larry alone Larry Sir, once we take over the stronghold, what next? Dusk shrugs his shoulders Dusk Not my call. Commander is one secretive S.O.B. I do know that when it's all said and done, we won't have to do this bullshit anymore. Larry looks down at his sword, running his fingers around the engraving: "Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." Dusk Get some rest, soldier. We're gonna need it. INT-- Larry's Domicile Larry could not help but crack a smile at the memory of his old friends. Comrades seeking justice in a cruel world. For just a fraction of a second, he wondered just why this picture was locked away and thrown in the corner.Then he saw it. Behind him and his crew were billowing flames. The flames of scorched earth. EXT--flashback to battle field Larry and his team stood at the peak of a hill across the way from the rebel stronghold. Dusk is on a call with his superiors while Ono, Jason, and Larry wait on the side. Dusk finally returns with one potent instruction: Dusk Leave no one alive. The team is taken aback, slightly Ono Damn, boss not in a good mood or sumn? Jason Huh? It thought this was just a scorched earth mission? Dusk It is. But we also gotta make sure all targets are eliminated. The team looks on in anticipation and a bit of hesitation Larry I'm ready With said declaration, a burst of confidence surged through the four men and they sprung into action. Rebel leader Incoming!!! The four proceeded to unleash a full blown offensive on the rebel camp. Although clearly the rebels had numbers, they couldn't stop the systematic dismantling of their forces. Each of the four soldiers ruthlessly cut through crowds of rebel militia. As the dust settled, Larry snapped out of his blood lusted haze, he found himself surrounded by mounds of bodies and a sea of plasma soaked the emerald green grass. Suddenly he heard the gasps of one the rebels on the ground. He was not dead, but he was well on his way.Larry's eyes began seeing red once more and he walked towards the dying combatant and began raising his sword. With her final breath the rebel spoke: Rebel The little ones…the flames... Larry suddenly halted his execution and turned to see his teammates walking through the camp. What he saw was a blaze of destruction as Ono began igniting each and every structure the rebels claimed. Ono(yelling) Scorched earth, baby! A village of fire was all Larry could see, but what made the situation all the more terrifying was the faint screams that could be heard from one of the buildings...the screams of children. INT--Larry's Domicile Larry had snapped out of his PTSD induced daydream and was back to reality. A numbness had overtaken his soul as he had come to the crippling realization as to why he had suppressed these memories as well as hid these photos. The last straw was Larry looking towards the corner of the room to see his old sword with the same engraving with the same old dried blood droplets permanently marking the sword. Suddenly, Larry had a compulsion-a desire to at least put forth the effort to right such a wrong. EXT--Old Battleground (present day) Larry traveled to the old battleground, passing wanted posters along the way Poster: Wanted! Defected Soldier! "Larry" Dead or Alive! As he made his way to the middle of the old passageway that was now used as a large burial ground/memorial of the fallen villagers from way back when. Rush of emotions overcame Larry; sorrow and guilt surged through his being. As tears flowed beneath his war torn mask, he could only offer few words as a means to make amends ● Larry I'm so sorry.
